We got tagged by Lynn to answer a meme. About books. And our personal opinions.
Gosh this is going to be SO hard. Candy? Me? Talk about books we like?
*sigh* We suppose we could do it.
Total number of books I own:
This number has greatly dropped since I’m moving next week, and in a fit of cleaning fury I dumped more than half my romance paperbacks, and more than half my other books as well. I’d have to estimate that I started with well over 400 and have dropped to the 150 range. Of course, this just means – I can buy more books once I am confronted with those sad and empty shelves.
Ummm. Loads. 2,385. OK, that was a number I just pulled out of my ass. Seriously, I have no idea, but I have two shelves stacked double-deep with nothing but paperbacks, plus a two mini shelves full of an assortment of children’s books and paperbacks, plus two BIG shelves full of hardcovers and trade paperbacks. And I have a couple hundred other books in storage back in Malaysia, most of which I inherited from my siblings.
Last book I bought:
The Fearless Pregnancy by Victoria Clayton – sorry, not a romance. This book, should you be pregnant like me, will get you through the first trimester with a lot less anxiety.
I needed to get my oil changed and forgot to bring along the book I was reading, so I ran into Borders real quick and bought Fool For Love by Eloisa James because it was there and I was mildly curious about what happened to Esme and Sebastian.
And yes, I’m the kind of person who will buy a paperback just because she has to wait 20 minutes in the Jiffy Lube waiting room, and the thought of being book-less terrifies her. THIS, ladies and gentlemen, is how a person’s TBR pile can start to spiral out of control.
Last book(s) I read:
The Fearless Pregnancy – Victoria Clayton
Mr. Impossible – Loretta Chase
Beyond Seduction – Emma Holly
The Pregnancy Bible – Keith Eddelman, Joanne Stone
The last book I finished was White Tigress by Jade Lee. I’m currently switching between Vera Nazarian’s Lords of the Rainbow and Fool For Love by Eloisa James. Poor Fabric of the Cosmos is getting short shrift.
Five books that mean a lot to me:
The Fearless Pregnancy: I’ve referred back to it constantly the past few months and it has done a lot to adjust my attitude about being pregnant.
The Red Tent by Anita Diamant: Acknowledges the male-centric telling of most bible stories, casts the story of Dinah, Jacob, Rachel and Leah in an entirely different light, and forced me to think more about the matriarchs of the old testament, and whether I should accept their stories as told.
Lamb: the Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore: I love Christopher Moore’s books. He’s so clever, absurd, and hysterical – The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove had tears running down my face I laughed so hard. But Lamb was not only funny, it completely changed the way I thought of and understood Christ, which is a tricky issue for me, as I converted to Judaism six years ago. Biff, Christ’s childhood pal, is resurrected by the angels to fill in the missing years of the gospel’s telling of Jesus’ life, specifically, puberty and adolescence, and in doing so reveals a human teenager and young adult who has to deal with damn huge responsibilties. It was amazing, and even though I knew what was going to happen, I cried at the end, then tied my husband down and made him read it.
Bitten by Kelley Armstrong: didn’t change the way I think about God, redemption, or the role of women in history, but reminded me that a good solid romance will make me cry and laugh – and reminded me that there are some out there. This book revitalized my interest and love of romance, after too many stumbles into poorly written novels. This book also ended up being half of the inspiration for my conversation with Candy that ended up as SBTB – there is a lot of good romance out there, and a lot of people who read it – discuss!
I have to think of a fifth? Without looking at my bookshelves? No way. I’ll have to add one later.
Hmmm. OK, the first five that come to mind:
Something Wonderful by Judith McNaught: The first romance novel I learned to like. No, “like” is too lukewarm a word. I loved it. I devoured it. I read it in one big gulp, then I turned to page one and started re-reading it, then I re-read the good bits over and over.
Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh: Started my love affair with reading books written in dialect.
A Sacred Hunger by Barry Unsworth: It’s a parable about slavery. It’s a crazy seafaring adventure. It’s a revenge tale. It’s about the importance of appearances and social class in 18th-century England. It’s about the idea that wealth is a blessing from God, which to some people means that becoming wealthy by any means necessary is a Godly activity. It’s about an attempt to create a utopian multi-racial society. In short, it has it all, and I tend to talk about this book a lot.
The Magic Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton: You know, I didn’t really like to read when I was a kid. I mean, I liked it OK, but the TV still ruled supreme. Then I picked this up when I was 7 or 8 years old. Holy crap. Gnomes. Fairies. Elves. The Saucepan Man. A new magical land at the top of the tree every few days, and you had no idea if the land was going to be something awesome or something kind of creepy. I was hooked on reading from then on. By the time I was 10 or so I grew very disillusioned with Blyton because of her simplistic morality and the overt jingoism in her books (British is Best!) and switched to “edgier” kid’s authors like Roald Dahl and Joan Aiken, but I credit this book for starting me on the slippery slope to bibliophilia.
Warrior Scarlet by Rosemary Sutcliff: Another children’s book. This one’s set in ancient Britain. The hero, Drem, is a boy with a withered arm and it chronicles his struggles to kill his first wolf to prove his worthiness to his clan. It also features a very neat love story. Probably responsible for sparking my ongoing fascination with historical fiction of all kinds.
I have so many more I want to add… The Jungle Book, and my first Dragonlance book (SHUT UP, I was 13 at the time and it started my love affair with fantasy which in turn bloomed into a love affair with science fiction), The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (taught me that narrators are not necessarily trustworthy, a truly mind-boggling concept for an 11-year-old), Misery by Stephen King, Huckleberry Finn, The Twits by Roald Dahl….
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Buh. Who hasn’t been tagged yet? Errr.